Think about the lost lessons of old

The green leaves offered by archaic strongholds
Which become cooks in the hands of time
And taken as seen by legends and myths

Think about the best part of you

That is always ahead scouting for wisdom
Begging yesterday to become tomorrow wisely
Still begging for favour from dignity from above

Think about the crying point of you

That rues in the quiet about mistakes
That waits to make amends with friends and neighbours.
And keeps wanting to get better with impressions.

Think about the blind side of you

That takes the wrong as right in the matter of
Achieving an end prompted by gullible zealousness
And painted by fallacies not fallacies at work.

Think about the reasonable part of you

That understands the light in every action and inaction
That feels the need to stop and just go on
That feels guilty of smearing dignity in demeaning colours